The moon sways on a foamy sky, <br />I am amazed that I live. <br />An overzealous death searches this age <br />and those it discovers are all so very pale. <br /> <br />At times the year looks around and shrieks, <br />looks around and then fades away. <br />What an autumn cowers behind me again <br />and what a winter, made dull by pain. <br /> <br />The forest bled and in the spinning <br />time blood flowed from every hour. <br />Large and looming numbers were <br />scribbled by the wind onto the snow. <br /> <br />I lived to see that and this, <br />the air feels heavy to me. <br />A war sound-filled silence hugs me <br />as before my nativity. <br /> <br />I stop here at the foot of a tree, <br />its crown swaying angrily. <br />A branch reaches down -- to grab my neck? <br />I'm not a coward, nor am I weak, <br /> <br />just tired. I listen. And the frightened <br />branch explores my hair. <br />To forget would be best, but I have <br />never forgotten anything yet. <br /> <br />Foam pours over the moon and the poison <br />draws a dark green line on the horizon. <br /> <br />I roll myself a cigarette <br />slowly, carefully. I live.<br /><br />Miklos Radnoti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foamy-sky/
